Coach Brown

By Ww Ww

Published on Oct 9, 2020

Gay

This story is a product of my imagination. This story describes sex between males of legal consent. If sex between men offend you, read no further. The author retains all rights to this work. I welcome your comments. I am WW at er14990606@gmail.com.

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Coach Brown, Chapter 2

It was hard to get through the evening with the thoughts of what happened playing again and again through my head. I ate dinner but hardly remembered what it was. I struggled to get my homework completed. Finally, in bed with the lights out, the bedcovers thrown off, laying naked and hard, I took my cock in my hand and relived it all again. With my hand working my steel hard rod, I lay there with my jaws opened wide, imaging again having the Coach's massive dick in my mouth. I ended with the image of the Coach's head bobbing up and down on my cock and then I climaxed, shooting cum all over my chest.

We had football practice again the next day, and I hoped that the Coach and I could have sex again. He was attentive to me, giving me praise and encouragement on the field, and afterwards as he was walking around the locker room, he put his hand on my shoulder and told me that I was a valuable member of the team, and he knew I would do well at our upcoming game. I could feel my cock stirring. But he moved on and engaged Kevin in a long discussion about the defense of the upcoming team on Saturday. Before going to his office, the Coach told Kevin to stop by before he left to look at some plays he had drawn. I was disappointed, but I read sexual references in the Coach's comments to me earlier, so I was content to wait until the time was right again to suck my Coach's cock.

The locker room emptied out. Kevin had gone to see the Coach and I was the last to leave. As I picked up my bag, I glanced at the office and saw the blinds in the window closed, closed just like the day before when I was in the office. My mind was curious and I walked quietly to the door and leaned over to see if there was a crack in the blinds to let me see in. There was. The scene was unbelievable. Kevin, our quarterback, the stud that all the girls swooned over, was bent over with his face on the desk, naked with his legs spread, and Coach Brown was behind him, pumping his ass. It was hard to comprehend. Kevin was being fucked in the ass. Then I thought of the Coach's massive dick and wondered how he could possibly take it. But Kevin seems to love it. I could see his face, his mouth open and his eyes shut. It was an expression of pleasure, and I saw his hand whacking his dick as it hung between his legs. I did not move until it was over. The Coach's movements increased and then with one last thrust, he threw his head back and I realized that he was climaxing, filling Kevin's boy pussy with cum, just like he filled my mouth with cum the day before. Then I saw streams of spunk shoot from Kevin's cock onto the floor. I left quietly and returned home, only to have even more thoughts to stimulate my cock as I jacked off in my bed that night.

Two days later, after practice, Coach Brown asked for me to see him after my shower. As before, I knocked on the door and saw him through the blinds get up from his desk. He let me in, locked the door, and closed the blinds. He mentioned for me to sit on the small sofa he had in his office. He sat beside me, our legs touching.

He said, "Clay, last time we talked something unexpected happened. Have you had time to think about it?"

I simply said yes, and put my hand on his leg and began rubbing it. It was clear what I wanted. I was initiated last time. There was no reason to wait. I was not going to be passive. I wanted to do it again.

The Coach stood up and dropped his shorts and stepped out of them. I did the same. He sat down, leaned back with his arms spread across the back of the sofa. I had waited for days to hold his cock and suck it. I got on my knees between his legs and took his rigid dick by the base and pointed it skyward. I admired it, feasting my eyes. It was long and thick with a mushroom head. I tilted it to my face and enclosed the head with my lips. I moved my tongue all around the head and across his slit. Then I took his shaft inch by inch until it hit the back of my throat. I sucked it while moving up and down the shaft. I cupped his balls with my other hand.

I looked up at him and his head was back and his eyes closed. Then he opened them and smiled. With our eyes locked, I sucked him, licked him from his ball sack to his tip, and sucked on his balls. With my mouth on his cock I let my hands travel. I rubbed his muscular thighs, ran my hand up his flat stomach to his chest. As I brushed his nipple, he shivered. He was sensitive there, so I took a nipple in each hand and twisted and rubbed them while his cock was deep in my throat.

He said, "Take me first," so I focused on his dick, loving it in all the ways I could think with my mouth and tongue. He was not quick, and I felt that ache in my jaw like the first time, but I continued. I felt a subtle movement of his hips pushing into my mouth. I sensed he was ready and I moved faster up and down his shaft. Then I was rewarded. My mouth filled with his cum. I swallowed. He gave me more, and I swallowed.

The Coach had used my mouth for a climax, but I did not feel that I was used. I felt triumphant. I had accomplished something, reached my goal. I had brought him to climax. Strangely, it was the same feeling as when I kick a field goal, but instead of the cheer of the crowd I am rewarded with his cum. Last week I was a sexless teenager, and this week I was a sexual athlete with a powerful mouth. I was happy and pleased.

"Now you," said the coach as he patted the seat of the sofa. We exchanged places. I sat back with my legs spread, and he was between them with his hand on my dick. Again, I could not believe it. I was going to be sucked. For a second time. By Coach Brown! It was a dream come true.

The coach pulled on my legs so that I slide to the edge of the sofa, sitting on my spine, with my hole within his reach. He took his index finger, put it on my sphincter, and began to rub it in swift circles. Then he took me into his mouth again. My dream of sucking the coach was only matched with dreaming of another, longer suck by Coach Brown. His mouth was unbelievable. As he pleasured my cock, his finger continued to move on and around my hole, as if he were masturbating it. My pleasure and excitement increased. It felt now like his finger had entered me, moving around and in and out. The feelings of his mouth on my cock and his finger in my hole merged to a wave of pleasure that sweep over me. It was all the same. I involuntarily began to shake my hips, the feelings were too strong to stay still. My heavy breathing turned into a moan from the back of my throat. The coach pushed his finger deep inside and my dick exploded, filling his mouth with cum, while my sphincter pulsed with each cum shot. I sat there in silence as the wave of passion and pleasure subsided.

Coach Brown slowly withdrew his finger, looked at me, and said, "That was a mouthful. Delicious. You have a sensitive hole. We could have a lot of fun with that in the future."

We dressed. The coach came up behind me, wrapped his arms around me, and talked softly in my ear.

"Next time I want to be inside you. I want to fuck you."

I answered in all honesty, "You are so big. I don't think I can do it."

"Oh, you can. You will be surprised. And you are going to love it, I can tell."

The coach said, it's like everything else. "Some instruction. Some training. And a commitment. I have something for you to help"

Coach Brown went to his desk and took out a paper sack, giving it to me. Inside was a container of lube and a silicone penis, maybe seven inches long and thick but not as thick as the coach's own tool.

"Use this. Put it in and get adjusted to the feeling. Then you fuck yourself. With a willingness on your part, you can do it. You will be able to take me, and enjoy it. And my cock will feel a lot better that this toy."

I had another unreal evening walking home with my head full of what had happened and what was to come. I raced through dinner and homework, and retreated to my room, ready to turn out the lights and play with my new toy. First, I got naked on the floor on all fours, wanting to follow the position that Kevin had when the coach fucked his ass. I lubed my hole and the dildo and pushed on my hole. It did not want to enter me. I raised up and used two hand to position it and then to push. I opened and I took it. I slowly pushed until the balls on it were against my bottom. The sensation was different. Not uncomfortable but not enjoyable. I started to fuck myself. My cock hung limp between my legs. I wanted to jack my dick but I couldn't work the dildo and jack at the same time. Next, I tried laying on my back. There was more pleasure that way but I still found it awkward using the toy with one hand and jacking with the other.

I had my own room with a private shower. I went into the shower, pushed the silicone cock against the tile wall and created a suction. There it was, sticking straight from the wall. I put my lubed hole against it, pushed back, and in it slid. Leaning forward with my ass impaled to the wall, I began to work my cock and balls with my free hands. Jacking my dick, pulling on my ball sack, and moving back and forth, fucking my ass. The feeling came to me again. The same that I had with the coach that afternoon. Both my cock and my bottom were filling me with pleasure. It was like electricity was running through my body. I fucked myself to a massive climax. And as I fell asleep that night with my dildo hidden in my dresser drawer, I remembered the coach's comment that his cock would feel even better than my toy.

We had an off week and did not have a scheduled game the coming weekend, so football practice was light that week. It was a day with no practice, and I was walking through the parking lot on the way home. A horn honks, and there was Kevin with his head out the driver's window of his car.

"Hey, Clay. I'll give you a ride home."

I answered "I am just around the block, but sure, I'll take a ride."

We made small talk about school and football when I said, "Turn right here. This is my street."

Kevin said "Let's drive around a while. I want to talk."

"Sure," I replied, and Kevin turned left and headed down the road.

Next, he says, "You and the coach have been spending some time in his office. What's happening in there?"

I just hummed as a meaningless way of delaying an answer. I was trying to decide what to say.

Kevin continued "I am thinking it is something secret and not about football."

I answered, "It could be."

He gave a knowingly smile and said "What do you think of the coach's cock?"

Kevin had guessed. There was no reason to deny it now, so I started talking freely about it, surprising him as much as he surprised me.

I said "It's big. My jaw aches when I suck him a long time. He wants to fuck me, but it is so big and I don't know if I can do it. How can you do it? Take him in your ass?"

Kevin asks, "How did you know that? Did he tell you?"

I told the story about peeking through the blinds. Then Kevin talked about being fucked., saying that it was difficult the first time, but by the second fuck he was enjoying it as much as the coach. He said it's not much different than any cock, but thicker. He assumed that I had been fucked before. When I told him I was new to it all and that Coach Brown was the first dick I had ever sucked, he was surprised and intrigued.

He said about his own experience "When I started jacking off, I had a cousin who jacked off with me. From there we jacked each other, then sucked each other, and finally took turns fucking each other. So the coach was not my first fuck. I can't believe that the coach found himself a virgin. I am a little pissed with him, right now. He could have waited until I graduated this spring."

Kevin proceeded to tell me that the coach always had a fuck buddy on the team. Before Kevin it was a guy named George, who played around with Coach Brown until he graduated two years ago. Kevin had been with the coach since, and now he was about to graduate too.

Kevin laughed and said in a lighthearted way, "Maybe I am a little jealous. That fucker! He does not deserve your virgin bottom. He could have waited until late spring before he started sharing his dick with someone else. I'm going to get even with him yet,"

Kevin turned into a driveway of a house and said, "All this talk of sex has made me hard. I want to play. My parents are not home."

To be continued.

Next: Chapter 3


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